Henrietta left him then. Somehow she couldn't get their talk out of her mind. And soon she had an unhappy thought. What if anything should happen to the Rooster's voice?
The moment that question popped into her head, Henrietta Hen hurried back to the Rooster.
"Do be careful!" she besought him. "Don't get your feet wet! For if you caught cold you might be so hoarse that you couldn't speak above a whisper."
The Rooster thanked her politely for thinking of his health.
"I always take good care of myself," he assured her.
"It looks like rain this minute," she said as she cast an anxious glance at the sky. "Hadn't you better run into the barn?"
He thought otherwise—and said as much.
"You ought to wear rubbers every day," she chided him, as she went away again.
Soon Henrietta returned once more to urge the Rooster to carry an umbrella. And it wasn't long after that when she came bustling up to him and informed him that a warm muffler about his throat wouldn't be amiss.
There seemed to be no end to her suggestions. And though at first the Rooster had liked to hear them (without having any idea of following them) after a time Henrietta's attentions began to annoy him.